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Beans
He'd been again, the cans had moved.
Phlegm, a patch of stagnant crude.
Nighty wrapped around her neck
head spinning, vest un-erect.
Wiry vision,
steered her walk.
Secrets slurred
where to talk?
Phlegm, a patch of stagnant crude.
Nighty wrapped around her neck
head spinning, vest un-erect.
Wiry vision,
steered her walk.
Secrets slurred
where to talk?
Published 9th Feb 2014
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10th Feb 2014 2:50am
this is somewhat fascinating. you can figure a criminal's professionalism by the clues he leaves behind...
